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Google is a bitch. Well, google CALENDAR is a bitch… and i don’t mean “bitch” in a good way. i mean… That Google Calendar is a Biyatch To be fair, it isn’t her fault. She only chimes in to remind me of the shit that i shared with her. Y’know, the stuff i felt worthy … Continue reading →

i saw ink Spread out on the page of someone i do not know Loved by mutual friends, i saw the thumbnail and recognized the tiny fuzzy figure it held i willed myself not to click Ah, but click i did There was one… no… two… two beautiful pictures of ink that i’ve traced with … Continue reading →

i had my first orgasm without you, baby i haven’t even wanted to touch myself since the last time we fucked. Today… it had to be done. i had to feel something… anything… that would make me think that it would be okay… that it could be okay… without you. i try to limit my blog … Continue reading →

i’m home from PXS and starting to recover some sleep… keeping the foot up a bit along the way. i worked today and am working into the night from the home office (aka… livingroom table) while listening to Melissa Etheridge. Mmmm… thinking of the bitch tonight. i opened the weekend’s suitcase and found her black … Continue reading →

i’ve been running around today trying to get things done for work, my attorney, and PXS. i can’t believe that PXS is the day after tomorrow! i finally made it home for good just a few minutes ago and as i turned on my street, Van Halen came on the radio. A helluva song with … Continue reading →

She slips my bed. Her loins – just pressed against my flank in promise- are now girded for battle. i watch as she gathers her things. Soon, she will gather her people. As she enters the crisp winter air, her mane escapes her coat collar and she is… She is majestic. She is warrior bitch. … Continue reading →